"Yes dad, they teach us how to be sarcastic but most of all they teach us to be honest." Ethel folded her arms across her chest. "So how are you?" Eth...el hugged her father catching him off guard. His tepid response reinforced what Ethel already knew; her parents were not going to be keen on her.After an hour of reconnecting Ethel was ready to get out of the house. "I'm going to visit friends. Don't wait up for me." Before her parents could protest she was out the door."Was that our daughter?. You wanted to be a girl, and Isaid you would have to do things girls do. Now, isn'tit true that you like how you look as a girl? And youwant to experience being a girl? I guess you won'thave to kiss a guy to feel like a girl, but I want apicture of you with a guy date.Later, Jenna printed the picture of a very prettyTammy standing next to a superimposed male modelwearing a tuxedo, which she copied from an Internetshopping site."Look what a cute couple you make, Tammy and herdate," cried Jenna,. In some mysterious and unfathomablemanner. Be that as it may, a few seconds later found me seated at the designated desk,examining the small pile of documents before me. They were of the type familiareven to tyros as psychological tests: endless rows of seeming innocuous queries,each with its choice of boxes to be ticked in answer. I had already completedan inordinate number of them for the Human Resources Department of the veryorganization under whose roof I sat now, far more than I'd thought. .” “And what?” “The wet spot.” “The wet spot?” “Yeah, you left a pretty decent wet spot on my bed.” I felt my face flush once more at this realization. He knew all along that I had masturbated in his bed. “Can I ask you a question now?” He asked me. “Of course,” I answered, “You can ask me anything.” “When you were masturbating,” he began, looking over my body laying in his bed. “What were you thinking about?” “You,” I whispered under my breath and looked away from him. “I was thinking.